The Black Fox (Shinichi X Reader)

The Blood Soaked Night

I have officially finished updating the story to all Japanese names! It took me a while, but I finally did it! Anyways, on with the story!

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Conan supported you, as you hobbled towards the gate. You couldn't feel any blood flowing from where the Butcher had bashed your head with his gun, but your head was pounding so much you probably wouldn't notice. Conan pushed the chain link gate open, and let you go through first. He was doing his best to create a barrier between you and the killer. 

"That's far enough." The Butcher stated.

The two of you stopped, and finally turned to face him. The phantom that haunted your nightmares looked just like he had the last time you'd seen him. He held a glock with a silencer attached to the muzzle.

The Butcher pointed his gun at Conan. "You, padlock the gate. Just know if you pull anything I'll put a bullet in your head. Then fox and I will have a little fun~"

Conan was hesitant to move away from you, but refusing could end badly. He slowly made his way to the gate, making sure to keep his hands where the Butcher could see them. He re-chained the gate, and locked it with a padlock that hung on the fence. He turned, and started to walk back towards you. The muzzle of the gun flashed, and a bullet sank into the ground infront of Conan. He froze. 

"Who said you could move?" The Butcher snapped. "Remove all your little gadgets, and toss them towards me."

Conan grit his teeth, before slowly doing as he was told. The Butcher had watched them long enough to know what tools they had. Conan removed his watch, and tossed it away; followed by his belt, shoes, bow tie, phone, Detective Badge, and finally his glasses. When he was finished, he met the Butcher's eyes.

The Butcher nodded, and turned his attention to you. "Your turn."

You slid your book bag off your shoulder. You tossed it towards the building more than in the Butcher's direction, and then slowly removed your gear. Your shoes, belt, watch, hair bow, and three throwing knives. You tossed them all in the same direction, taking extra effort to make the belt land on your bag. 

The Butcher smirked. "Take off that sweatshirt."

Your hands shook, as you pulled the hoodie over your head. You added it to the pile.

The Butcher studied you for a moment, his dark eyes filled with blood lust. "Pants." He stated.

You felt your throat tighten.

"Damn you." Conan growled. He looked like he wanted to run at him, but the gun trained on your chest halted him.

 "I'm not stupid enough to think those are all the throwing knives she has on her." The Butcher clarified. 

You didn't move. It felt like an elephant was standing on your chest, making each breath strained. 

"What, are you being shy?" The Butcher mocked. "It's nothing I haven't seen, so are you embarrassed because your boyfriend is here?" The Butcher sneered. "If you want, I can get rid of him~"  The gun turned to focus on Conan's head.

"No!" You shouted. You couldn't let him hurt Conan. No matter how much you were put through. Tears welled up in the corner of your eyes, as you did what he ordered.

Conan averted his gaze, and he focused his burning glare on the killer. 

You tossed the pants to the side, the frigid air stinging your exposed skin. "I've done what you asked, so let him go." You tried to keep the pleading tone out of your voice, but the quiver in your voice betrayed your true feelings.